Cares I Can't Speak In This Tongue I Don't Sing How It's Sung It's Time To Raise The Bar And Talk Hard, Talk Hard Wounded And Hidden Far From
hard you'll hear me laugh I'm the street you walk, the language you talk I am the city The skyline is me, and the energy I am the city The famous
house to myself and I am not Expending all that energy on fighting With my boyfriend Is he the one that I will marry And why is it so hard to be objective
's like that, cause I've been a G Look at the way these women tend to grin at me I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy Magnums, alcoholic freaks
't say it straight from her mind You're gonna know all that I'm feeling on the inside I ain't into games, I don't wanna waste Any time and all the energy
SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!" No more Mr. Nice Guy, I'm a tyrant L.A.'s finest, Open Bar behind us Don't look hard, it ain't too hard to find us From here to infinity
wanna see me shine) As long as I'm alive, no hater gon' never stop my drive I get it and make it multiply, anything else is suicide Enemy of the world, that's I energy
the peace Mama Earth is hurting When everybody's searching for that benefit of energy You gotta talk to her When you talk to her talk to her Like it was somebody else Talk
Shocka locka... [Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art
This is real talk, so you can peek through songs. So when you feel weak these words'll keep you strong. And help make a change for the betta; It's hard
(YO)i struggle,(YO)sumtimes u know im hitt We living hard times Noone to turn and noone to talk to,lifes like a doorway everybody walk trough Everybody talkin
long and she moves like song Feet with corns, hand with callouses But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative
y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands How
young Karma to play Givin' back to the children of tomorrow for good Karma today So you can say whatcha wanna say or you can talk that talk But real ***** ain't doin' no talkin
(I'm sick and tired, sick and tired) Oh I, oh I, oh I (Just sick and tired, sick and tired) Oh I, oh I, oh I (So sick and tired) Lately it?s been hard times I?m talking
hair parlor, n its 6 in the mornin Aint no energy for me, but everything else you dont miss a fuckin beat At 6 in the morning aint no energy for me,
with layers of slayer inscriptions That means God be with you we split dude then hit you With pistols whip you then giggle never dissing nizzle again I talk about the rain, I talk
Brim get to blast in And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz' You know the steelo real niggas never talk
